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Not so sure, sir. But it's a very, very sad business, Mr Brigley, and I must be going now. Thank you. Quite refreshing, sir! Good-night; and wish you well out of the trouble." "Wish us well out of the trouble!" growled Jerry, bitterly. "As if there ever would be any way out of it.
"And then," continued Brumpton, "Wilkins began to blink over his music-stand, looking as red in the face as his uniform. `Who was that? he says `who was it that dared to make that noise?" "And then no one spoke," sneered Jerry. "Hissed! I'd ha' punched his head. Bandmaster, indeed! I'd ha' been the bandmaster's master that time!" "Wrong, Jerry Brigley!" cried Brumpton.
"No; I'm too sleepy to see anything; but don't make any more such mistakes." "No, sir cert'nly not, sir; but don't you see, sir, how it was, really?" "No; unless you'd had too much coffee!" "Well, sir, then, as you will keep on thinking it was coffee or something else, I must, for my character's sake, sir, explain." "Not this morning, Brigley, thank you; some other time."
"And you really are alive and hearty, and how you've growed, and and why, of course, it is! Pay you back the money S'Richard, why I'd oh, my lad, my lad I I I oh, what a fool I am!" Fool or no, Jerry Brigley broke down, and sat holding on by his companion's hands sobbing for some moments before he uttered a loud gulp, and then seemed relieved.
"Yes, sir; directly, sir," cried Jerry, and he hurried out into the lobby, to come back in a minute with a glass of the sparkling anti-feverish water, to find the lieutenant bathing his face. "Hah, that's refreshing!" said Lacey, returning the glass to the waiter Jerry held in his trembling hands. "Why, you look as if you had seen a ghost, Brigley!" "I thought I was going to see one, sir yours!
"He's in, I s'pose, Mr Brigley?" said the official, looking very serious and important. "Oh, yes; he's in," said Jerry, excitedly; "but tell me have you found him?" "Just got a wire, Mr Brigley, from Chedleigh, fifty mile away, sir!" Jerry caught at one of the hall chairs, and made it scroop on the stone floor.
I went to sleep, too, out in the lobby, and I've just recollected, sir, I was dreaming all about him and wondering where he'd gone." "Ah, it's a bad business, Brigley. He ought to have known better. But we all do things we are sorry for sometimes and repent of them afterwards. There, be off to bed." "Shan't I clear up a bit, sir, first?" "No: that will do."
"Then they must be sending out notices to the police all over the place. Tut tut tut! This is a great pity. I must ask you one thing, Brigley: has there anything happened that would make him likely to go?" Jerry nodded his head over and over again. "I'm sorry very sorry; but perhaps we are making a stir about nothing, and he'll be back soon." "Yes, sir, perhaps he will."
"`Your lotion, sir, I says, and he tasted it, and tasted it again, sipping, then mouthfulling, and sets the glass down, with a sigh. "`What is it, Brigley? he says. "`Noo-lade egg, sir, noo milk, lump o' sugar, and half a glass o' sherry, well lathered up with a swizzle-stick. "`Hah! he says, `is there any more? "`No, sir, I says; `not this morning.
And you ain't hurt a bit?" "It's quite bad enough to have to be shot by other people, Brigley, without trying to hurt oneself. But how came you to think such a thing?" "Well, sir I " "Well, you what?" " Have heered of such things, sir, with gents as has been in great trouble, sir as lost a deal o' money, sir." Lacey frowned. "Ever been with a gentleman who did such a thing?"
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